The far city must make itself known
even here in the sitting room and
barred by winter branches. The skyline ...
(Italian, c.17th; Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna)
Life breathes in this painting like a child
pretending not to be awake,
or a skink metamorphosed to a stone
but for the flutter in its flank.
You have to lean and listen for the heart
behind the shining paint,
the lips half-open, and the glittering eye.
Velvet of the night. A ba ...
You are seething; I am worried.
We have read the Greek myths.
This anger of yours feels like
a distant thunderclap
Night’s the ground beneath my feet
since I learned to walk with you.
Scented guide with birds and flowers on your breath,